Old woman.
Walking wearily.
With head down.
Carrying a burden.
Too heavy to bear.
Carrying the burden.
Of what life has done to her.
Is it the burden of unforgiveness
that weighs her down?
Or the burden of abusers
who crushed her soul?
Could it be the burden of fear
that she carries?
Or the load of shame
upon her shoulders?
What is her story?
This old woman with head
bowed so low.
And hunched shoulders.
That carry a heavy load.

Oh Lord, may she come to
know You as the One whose
yoke is easy,
and whose burden is light. (Matt. 18: 28-30, Holy Bible)
May she one day release all her burdens
at Your feet.
At the foot of Your Cross.
My prayers go up before You.
For this old woman.
With head bowed low.
Heavy-burdened.
From life's cruel blows.
May she come to know Your Love for her.
In the depths of her soul.
This old woman.
With head bowed low.

Next time.
I pray that I might have the courage.
And the love.
To help her carry her heavy load.
To listen to her story.
This old woman.
With head bowed low.

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His very breath.
His every word.
Each step He took.
Was for His Father's Glory.
For the will of God,
He laid down His own will.
Not seeking His own plans.
To fulfill.

In His very breath.
His every word.
Each step He took.
He sought not His own interests.
But His Father's purposes.
His every step.
Was for His Father's glory.
Even steps.
That would lead Him.
To a cruel cross.
For the will of God.
For mankind's salvation.
To purchase forgiveness.
For us.

His very breath.
His every word.
Each step He took.
Was for His Father's glory.
He is Jesus.
Our Redeemer.
Our King.
Our Righteousness.
He is the Lion and the Lamb.
Who gave up all.
For Love.

One day every knee will bow before Him.
On earth and Heaven above.
Then, at last!
He whose
every word
every breath
every step
was for the Glory of His Father.
Will receive
All Glory.
All Honour.
All Power.

He gave up His will.
For the will of God.
He gave up His own glory.
For Love.
Of you.
And me.

Glory!  Glory!
To the King of Humility.
For all of Eternity.